I write this at the beginning of my journey. Everything was starting to come together. I had moved down to the beautiful city of Miami to follow my dreams. Took a massive risk but saying farewell to my comfortable corporate job in Chicago where I could see all the growth in-store for me.
Taking that leap, I was finally happy. Miami in just a short time felt like home. Sun glistening and a warm 80 degrees every day. Living beside my best friend with similar mindset and dreams to ride our startups to the top. Meeting great people and beautiful women.
Until it, all came crashing down….
With a quick slice of my brand new all-black sleek AF knives, I sliced right through my hand. I severed a few tendons leaving my pinky finger motionless. Having no family, I quickly called an Uber and headed to the ER. Not the way a 22-year-old male was planning on spending his Saturday night. But I made the most about it. I mean, it was just a small cut, right? A couple of days maybe week or two and I’m back to normal right?
Wrong. Deadass wrong.
Struggling Into Surgery
Monday morning, my dreams, goals, and my ability to be at my best swiftly crashed down.
I was notified of the surgery that I needed on Wednesday. But not only that, but my procedure was not a simple one that would take a few minutes. No, the surgery would take roughly two hours and the cost… I can’t even stomach.
For the past five years through college, I decided to start saving and investing knowing with compound interest it would pay off in the long run. Hard nights and weekends working went directly into these funds. Gone, all gone.
As I laid in my bed just soaking this all, a few years ran down my cheek. I didn’t know that finally finding true happiness in my life would cost me everything I loved about it for the next 3-6 months in recovery.
My Life… Shattered
My work life… Slowed down as I can’t type during recovery. Next Monday is our launch of the beta, and I already didn’t have enough time in the day to get what I needed to be done to make this successful. Now cut (pun intended) that time in half.
My health… Crippled. I was on a mission and for the first time invested a substantial amount of money to get into the best shape of my life. I was on the road to 7% body fat and hopefully some more modeling for fun. With 3-6 months without upper body training, down goes what I have been building for the last four years. Down goes my entity outside of work and down goes my one escape and meditation that genuinely worked for me.
And as I explained before my money… With student loans accruing, credit card bills staking up, and still having to give myself proper nutrition, I had to drain my life savings to cover the costs. I knew that my simple mistake would cost my health for a bit, but didn’t think it would cost me almost everything.
Finding The Silver Lining
I struggle to find the silver lining, but that’s what this series is about. It will force myself to look at the good despite what has happened. Forcing myself to stay on my mission. The process will force me to adapt learn and grow ten times more than before.
So without further ado, the first quote on the path to recovery is
“Tough times don’t last, tough people do.”
It’s a reminder that all this pain sorrow struggle is just temporary. A small glimpse in time where your battle may be a bit harder. You may have to work longer, deal with some pain, and sludge through adversity. But on the other side of all that muck, is something beyond great.
Whether it’s what God has in store for you beyond this wall or the personal growth that you’ll see through this period, it will all be worth it. You’ll look back at this struggle as your defining moment. If and only if you stand tall, battle the adversity, and sharpen your sword with the rock life handed you.
It may not all be going your way at the moment, but that’s the fact of life. But if you truck through every day and never give up on your mission, you’ll come out farther ahead than you’ve ever imagined.